[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/1wanLXy.png[/img][/center] [center][color=#f3dba8][b][u]Nico's Apartment[/u][/b][/color][/center][center][color=#f3dba8][b][u]Interactions - None[/u][/b][/color][/center] [color=#f3dba8]"You'll die, if you go in there,"[/color] came a young, somewhat tensed voice, Nico's unnatural eyes remaining fixed at the point of interest, without a moment's pause. It was clear that the pop star found himself in a less comfortable position, a gulp traveling down his slender, porcelain throat. Indeed, one would be forgiven when mistaking this creature for a doll, neatly cared for and presented upon a dusted shelf. Such was the nature of Nico Devina, a mutant known throughout the world for his long-spanning music career. He quite enjoyed the prospect, a statement the time-frozen boy had made clear on interviews, where he leaned against his porcelain appearance and adopted the persona on stage several times. He had, since a time back, learned to embrace his inhuman appearance, finding the attention endearing, rather than apprehensive. Perhaps an ironic twist, then, that ball jointed dolls had been made in Nico's image, one of which he had at home. The given name was obvious. [i]Mini-Me[/i]. Granted, it was not Nico who procured the display, but rather his close friend and bodyguard. "Don't worry fam', I've got this," a dark, gruff voice returned, a clear contrast to the melodic state of Nico's tongue. There was a clear tension in the air, only pierced by the occasional sip of a soda bottle, as the large, flat screen television on the wall warranted the roommates' attention and undisturbed focus. [color=#f3dba8]"Dude, you have two bullets left,"[/color] the doll-like boy commented as he turned to his friend. Chocolate colored skin, clearly visible muscles and a tight, skin fitting tank top drew the man a complete opposite to the minuscule, pale mutant he was tasked to protect. Of course, this arrangement was merely what the public knew as the full performance. If one was to delve deeper into the truth of their relationship, one would note that George, Nico's bodyguard, had put his militaristic knowledge of weapons manufacturing into good use. He was a weapons engineer in the army, something which had not been hidden as a secret. The mysteries began where Nico's life as a now retired vigilante found itself beneath the spotlight. "You know two bullets is all I need," George smirked, leaning back against the large sofa where Nico had fallen asleep more often than the boy would like to admit. With three large dogs sitting amongst them, it was difficult not to indulge in their warm fur. [color=#f3dba8]"Two bullets isn't all Leon needs,"[/color] Nico motioned towards the screen at the remake of Resident Evil 2 George was playing. "Son, you've gotta' have faith," the dark man offered before shifting into Leon's inventory and produced a grenade, throwing it into the zombie infested room. "See?" [color=#f3dba8]"Son?"[/color] Nico grinned, his slender fingers tracing their way through Lucifer's fur. There was a joke in that, one the pale figure had often brought to the forefront. [i]Lucifur[/i]. [color=#f3dba8]"I'm like, old."[/color] "Nah, kid, you've just been sixteen longer than most." A large hand came to flick Nico's side. He wasn't wrong, of course. Despite the mutant's age, Nico never displayed a behavior akin to an older male. It was safe to say that his mental wiring had been somewhat affected by the boy's inability to age. [color=#f3dba8]"Ugh, fine,"[/color] the popstar leaned against his three dogs, each one challenging him in size. [color=#f3dba8]"We need to leave in two hours."[/color] It was fair to give credit where credit was due. Nico had performed at charity events more than once and doing it out in the park made the show accessible to everyone, while raising money to the cause at hand. This specific event was designed to raise money for the homeless, an issue even the spectacular Azure City wasn't above. "You think this will help more people than chopping bad guys into hamburgers?" Though phrased in a peculiar manner, Nico saw the purpose behind George's statement. With a short pause sealing the boy's lips, Nico eventually offered a response. [color=#f3dba8]"No,"[/color] he said, [color=#f3dba8]"but it's something. I know you want to start the crusade again."[/color] "I did make you a new blade," the larger man stated casually, Nico's attention perking like a meerkat. Though the boy had left his days of punishing the wicked behind, there were times where he wished for nothing else than to wield his blades to sever the limbs of villainy. He had done so six years ago, the name Rayne conjuring fear in the ears of those who would do wrong. Every impacting moment he found himself in was left a horrific scene of blood sinew and bone. A statement Nico was happy to make. A monster for the monsters themselves. [color=#f3dba8]"Stop tempting me,"[/color] the porcelain-skinned mutant waved his hand, [color=#f3dba8]"I'm all about singing, now. And soda."[/color] Nico pointed at his picture on the plastic bottle held between the boy's scrawny fingers. Initially, he hated the idea of having his face on a brand of beverage, but once he grew positively addicted to it, he couldn't complain. "Isn't that creepy? And kind of vain?" George laughed, shaking his head as a hand lowered itself to Belial's back, muscular fingers combing across the dog's fur. [color=#f3dba8]"You're just jealous that your mugshot doesn't taste like carbonated strawberry,"[/color] Nico winked, the boy teasingly shaking the drink in front of his friend before taking another sip. It was fair to say that the two had a professional working relationship, and it was no lie that George acted as a full-time bodyguard for the pop star. However, one would be more accurate when considering the bachelors a pair of roommates, for that was what they ultimately were. "Alright, princess." The dark male rose to his feet with a stretch. "Why don't you finish that Nico juice of yours on the way and I can show you what I've been working on." Having a workshop presentation in one's home was not a major oddity, but the secret room in Nico's apartment was not what one would consider a legal addition. [color=#f3dba8]"Why do you tease me so? T'is it thine desire to see blood soak the streets once more?"[/color] Came a theatrical display from the once anti-hero, as Nico lowered his small feet to the floor, each dog loyally following their master where he stood. "Just have a look and if you really don't want to disembowel some bad boys afterward, we'll keep soothing America's ears with your fruity ass voice," George finished, reaching for a button which exposed the secret doorway into his workshop.